Creating beauty is the expression of my “true self”; it is the place where fear is not allowed to speak.

Occasionally I will surprise myself with a thought that inspires and motivates my creativity. Although all of us fight with fear in one form or another, the fear in which I speak of is the paralyzing self doubt that we have allowed to overtake our authentic self.
Rarely a day goes by that a women does not come in my little shop and express fear of "the blank wall" or the empty room. Interesting enough, all of the women express the same statement, "I am not creative".
If creating beauty is an expression of our true self, could we all be great artists who have just forgotten who we are?